Scars

So many scars you wouldn't believe it

Scars on my heart hide my arms you can't see shit

You wanna see the truth look at my wrists they're bleeding

You think it's a phase look at my eyes they're weeping

Act tough put on a smile it's all just a facade

"I'm fine" if that were true then would my arms be full of lines?

My mouth runs, and all I tell you is lies

My best friend threw out my old blade, bought a new one

Told my mom and my friends " I'm redecorating"

Yeah I'm redecorating, not my walls I meant my skin...

Scars.